The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Neither of them knew the impact of the explosions each stick would create, Zek however kept throwing them and it wasn’t the time to not join in the fun. How often would he get to throw these around? Probably never again unless Zek was around because most people weren’t this fun.
That was when the gravity of the situation started to set in. Mismatched colored eyes shifted back to the portal where Zek kept appearing and disappearing into the light to ‘his world’. Did that mean he didn't have to worry about the explosions? The fire and the sound?
”Hol-up! Short wicks?” Carrick asked looking down to the two in his hand, the flame trailed down the wick and he panic threw them in the direction of movement just narrowly dodging another thrown knife followed by a pie that had impressive hang time in the air. The explosion went off and Carrick’s ears started to ring as he flew away from all of the explosions.
‘Danger! Flight! Flee!’ his animalistic instincts was screaming at him to get the **** out of there. His other forms didn’t like loud noises. Hell his regular form didn’t like loud noises. Golden wings flapped and he shot through the large room eyes focused on the portal back to Zek’s world where his friend was watching from the other side.
Because the shifter couldn’t hear the countdown due to the shortest wicked stick going off the Irishman assumed he was getting comfortable for the show. Armchairs said it all. Before Carrick zoomed into the portal a knife hit him in the back of the leg. A memento from the worlds worst clowns. ”Worst clowns ever!” Carrick shouted turning in Zek world to watch the rest of the show.
It was the perfect time to brag! That and if the clowns realized they weren’t little kids maybe. Just maybe they’d get the candy from them. Carrick had a bit of a sweet tooth and knew Zek was a hundred times worse than him. ”You don’t want candy?” was his only response wondering if he should aim a firework next time at Zek.... if that was the real Zek.
Twirling the knives in his hands with the muscle memory of doing it for years in the circus he adjusted his hands to the weight of the newer blades wondering if they flew well when thrown. If they wanted to throw knives around maybe he could too.
If the shifter wasn’t worried about what kind of pie was he never showed it, just verbalized it. ”Is it decent at least?” there were a few more flying in the air on occasion. Someone with his skills could easily grab one out of the air. After you know, flying after it.
It must have not been good. The way Zek was shouting his battle cry. There were a few more clowns ‘popping’ out in confetti as Zek ran to the portal. Carrick took this time to break out his new shiny knives into the clowns. Each one popped like the rest which wasn’t as entertaining to him anymore. Carrick knew he could do better. So he did.
Instead of stabbing at the clowns he dodged a strike and gave the clown a little slit to the side, which let out a high pitch whine as the clown struggled to cover the hole. ”Now this is what I wanted! Physical comedy!” he turned to see Zek out of the portal with some new toys. ”Not me birthday!” he said sheathing the two blades on his sides.
”Oh! Dy-no-mite!” the shifter said trying to get the old television quote right. He had seen the show all of two times. ”How big is the explosion?” he asked curiously wondering if he’d catch fire from it then decided it didn’t matter. Zek was already throwing them around and Carrick was pretty sure he was still immortal so he followed in kind by throwing the ‘heavy duty’ birthday candles.
‘Blood! Fight! Kill!’ ”Fer **** sakes.” Carrick spat blood on the ground then adjusted his chin trying to make sure everything was fine. “You didn’t think we’d recognize you?” the man grunted and threw another fist. This one Carrick was ready for and jumped with the punch softening the blow and putting on an act for anyone who was walking by. It was a pretty crowded night in the city after all. It was Friday. Night before the weekend, and no doubt one he’d need all weekend to heal.
”Trick question?” Carrick wheezed as another hit connected with his nose. ‘Kill!’ The arms holding him let go at the last minute letting him stagger backward. He didn’t' drop. Years of ‘training’ with his father and brother. Even if he just wanted to lie down for a bit. His set was done and this was a pretty frequented place by the shifter so his instrument was safe here.
“Still got a mouth on you huh?” the one who kept hitting him said strutting forward. “You think you can just show up after all these years? After what you did?” his breath smelled of tequila. Gross. Carrick’s smelled of cheap Irish whiskey. Part of the perks of playing at the establishment. ”Oh!” Carrick snapped his fingers, his tail flicking behind him now betraying he was toying with him, ”Nah... must have been someone else.”
“What?” ”The guy yer looking fer.” Carrick said opening his jaw and closing it then blowing a bit of blood from his nostril. ”Pretty sure I’m not him.” he said raising a hand to put a little distance between them. ‘Kill! Fight!!!!’ Carrick stepped back realizing he was pinned between a brick wall and this putz and his goons.
Ignoring his more violent nature he reached up to his nose and pinched the bridge trying to slow the blood. ‘Fight!’ “I’m pretty sure you’re him. Irish kid, wings and a tail. Long time no see... Carrie.” there was venom in his voice. Clearly he knew Carrick.
Carrick snapped his free hand, recognizing the way he said his name. ”**** lost it.” he waved his hand. ”So... we gonna go further inta the alley here or ya gonna do yer magic in public?” Carrick asked hoping to narrow it down by who he crossed recently, who he cheated. “No, I don’t need magic to do this.” the guy who was twice the size of Carrick wound up for a punch to the face again.
Only to hit a brick wall when the intended target ducked out of the way still holding his nose. ”I’m sure we can work it out... Jake? Ya look like a jake!”
Wings flapped and the shifter was airborne rushing back to his borrowed little red wagon full of toys to beat these clowns up with he heard the exchange between Zek and one of the clowns.
>>> “Candy is only for good boys and girls!”
Before he could respond he saw a glint of something shiny followed by the sound of someone throwing something. A blade zoomed by followed by two more, both were easier dodged than the first. Now that he had a little light and what to look for he knew he could avoid them with ease. In the air he was faster, ”Well it’s a good thing we’re men! Manly men! Doing manly things!” Carrick quipped knowing he could do better.
Wings shut behind him as he rolled to the wagon and caught his hand on it as Zek called out to him. ”Feeling a bit conflicted about all of this. On the one hand I love clowns... On the other... they stabbed me.” he said having grown up with some of the most non-violent clowns the ever were. These again... they weren’t nice clowns.
Carrick didn’t like mean clowns, everyone was about to know it as he rummaged through the bag and found some roman candles. Pulling out his lighter he cackled and lite a few off, ”I’m forcing y’all in ta retirement! This was yer last show!” he lit the candles and held them away from his wings shooting into the darkness.
One flare went up and out then another and another. He had five in each hand. Meaning the next few seconds were red balls of light that weren’t Zek’s blasting through the air. One hit a clown in the darkness and let out a loud ‘pop’ sound followed by one running around on fire.
”No one ever says that!” he said laughing and practically dancing as more clowns could be seen in the recent light. There were probably more than a dozen of them left now. Unless they could multiply... something Carrick was pretty sure they could do. After he was done launching the candles he grabbed two skinner blades. Not his normal way to hit things but if there wasn’t any broken bottles in Zek World this would have to do.
”Pie!” Carrick ducked as a pie shot by over his head towards Zek.
Pinata’s? Carrick’s attention shifted to Zek for a moment as he looked away from the hammer sailing through the air to the music. The shifter wondered what kind of candy murderous sewer clowns could hold but then decided the best way to find out was to figure it out himself. It was probably best if Zek tested all the candy first. Just in case.
Turning back to the hammer his cat like eyes zeroed in on the clown who realized there was a fifty pound sledge hammer heading it’s way. The clown turned in slow motion and started to run only then Carrick realized he was acting in slow motion. A slow clap was given as the hammer smacked the back of the clown and vanished into it’s body as it morphed around the impact until finally it popped with the ‘pppppbbbbbhhthhhtttttt’ sound that Carrick hard grown to appreciate in the last few minutes.
Confettii. No candy. Moving closer to inspect further Carrick’s instincts told him to move all too late as one of the clown lodged a knife in his shoulder. It hit bone, Carrick knew because suddenly there was restricted movement as he turned clawing at the clowns face with his claws that started to form on one hand. ‘Pain! Fight! Kill!’
”Owww... ow... ow... ow!No ****” Carrick grumbled ignoring the beast within and tried to remain focused on kicking these ‘not funny clowns’. Seriously these clowns should be banned. From like everything. Another pie flew over head towards Zek and he wondered what was in said pie as another clown, the one he clawed in the face let out some air with a high pitch squeaking sound that caused Carrick to clamp down on his ears until he adjusted to the pitch.
”Betcha these are a riot at kid parties!” he shouted jabbing at the gut of another for a loud ‘pop’ as the clown was penetrated by the fishing spear. Brandishing the weapon Carrick chucked it at a clown running towards the portal where all their stuff was. Another ‘pop’ and Carrick was making his own way to the wagon where the goodies he borrowed were. If these were pinatas he’d need a bat.
“Let’s play a------ arrrrggghhhhh!!!!” one of the clowns regretted being in the sewers with the chaotic duo almost instantly as it burst into flames from the concoction Zek had flung. Carrick ignored the smell of burning flesh and turned back to his targets the three that blinked in front of him. Or did he blink? Carrick wasn’t sure but was sure of one thing, this time he was ready to play their games!
Carrick hopped jumped and then took to the air as a pair of knives flashed towards him, both aiming at his wings and both missing their mark by the weapons he wielded one was far easier to lift and twirl around than the other but he still managed to block both with pretty quick reflexes. ”Not gonna work a third- mother ******” Carrick shouted as a knife connected with his backside remained there till his tail could flick it away.
There was some unholy giggles from the clowns nearest him as he closed the distance, with the music blaring and the fires around him roaring Carrick was feeling it. ‘Fight!’ ”Fight!” he could feel the shift coming but held off till he could connect the weapons of choice before going back to his little red wagon for even more goodies. While he didn’t have a portal, ‘easy ryder’ was more than capable of holding his new borrow toys.
Spinning in midair and bringing the sledge hammer down Carrick bopped one of the clowns on the head. His head indented and then ‘popped’ like a balloon, but instead of blood and brain matter it was confetti and the dying sound of a balloon pushing out the last bit of air. ‘Pbbtttthhh’ ”Ha! What? Zeeky! They're balloons!” throwing the hammer over his shoulder he thrusted the small pronged fishing trident out puncturing another clown.
Pop! ‘Pbbbbtttthh’ Carrick batted at the confetti with an elbow before dodging the next strike coming from the clown. ”Hold this!” he said spinning and throwing the hefty hammer in the direction of the clown.
Carrick’s eyes turned more cat like the more this went on.
His attention faded from his poorer quality selves to Zek who was getting that smile that knew things were about to get interesting. Very interesting. Ignoring the Zek world instruments he followed his friend, if they wanted to rid the sewars of the clowns Carrick knew just the thing chase them out. Scorching the earth worked great for a lot of things.
”Look at this place,” Carrick started to sing to himself in the locker room. He felt like a fairy tale princess. Everything he could ever want. ”Isn’t it neat? Don’t ya think their in fer a defeat? Don’t you think I’m a shifter,” Carrick grabbed a nearby support beam and twirled around it, ”a shifter who has access ta anything?” he continued singing as he went through collecting things that he could only dream of using in a fight. Pulling a wagon while doing so.
His father taught him two things in life, one, don’t trust anyone. Something Carrick tried to ignore most of his life and the second was how to fight with anything. Zek had a whole lot of anything.
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Carrick pulled his little red wagon as the light illuminated the dark halls where book club normally took place. The sound of a classic reverberating off the old walls. Reaching back into the portal Carrick pulled two extension cords attached to construction grade work lights. When they exited the portal the sewer lit up even more.
Singing along, ”Arrrrrggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!” Carrick opened a jar of marbles and tossed them on the floor. Letting the sound be covered by some inspiring cords. Carrick closed the jar then grabbed a long fishing spear and hefty sludge hammer in the other hand. Given the way he was holding it, it was almost comical.
”Don’t know bout you Zeeky, but I’m ‘ere fer a rematch!” with the light and the marbles it be harder to sneak up on his partner in crime. Meaning Carrick could focus on getting back at the ones who stabbed him in the hands... twice.
A clown flickered just out of the reach from the light beams but could still be seen. ”Bring yer friends!” he shouted, another two clowns blinked in behind him all wielding knives.
The sparks were a nice surprise. Carrick looked from the source of the sparks who no longer existed to Zek with child like wonder in his mismatched colored eyes. How did Zek know that was how he wished to leave a room every time? Carrick got distracted by all the other versions of himself poking the others back as he poked them. Though a little harder than they poked him. It was important they all knew who was the original.
He ignored the lock picking Carricks and focused on the band Carricks wondering where his Guitar was, a room of this much talent... no one would every believe him. Imagine what could be avoided with this many hims? The world would be a slightly better place for sure.
”How could ya forget about these gorgeous and talented fellas?” he said walking over to the guitar wielding Carrick and pinching his cheeks hoping he’d burst into sparks so he could wield his instrument while he sparked out.
”Clowns?” Carrick snapped his fingers then studied his hands where he caught the knives. ”Oh!” all the distraction of perfection and being in Zek’s little world distracted him long enough to remember they were just in a sewer fighting teleporting knife wielding clowns.
”This place need any clowns?” Carrick wondered if all the Carricks could shift into a beast form as well. Maybe they could all gang up on the clowns? ”Maybe we should bring some of our own lights?” his tail started swaying as he toyed with the idea. ”Got any fun toys we can use on ‘em? Always wanted to hit someone with a frying pan.” he said thinking about the multipurposed tool. It worked well in the Saturday morning cartoons.
”Better burying it in the ground at that price!” Carrick scoffed, that was what he was dealing with already but Zek didn’t need to know where his Gryphon form kept his treasures. Shiny things and less expensive things sure but it was his and it needed to be kept protected from any who’d steal it. Even if they were friends or bar buddies.
”Yeah but yer the only one with the key into this place.” Carrick gestured. He wondered if that made it more or less secure but didn’t verbalize it. His friend was unpredictable, he might ball someone in here and forget about them leaving access to all the expensive stuff he’d be storing.
Carrick smirked at the lock as it was about to open only to find a handful of other locks appear before him. At least he’d never be bored here. Maybe this world wasn’t so bad. Well other than the company. One Zek was just enough for him. Place could have used a female touch maybe. Did he want to introduce him to the Princess? Heh.
”I’ll keep it in mind.” some gems might do well here. A rainy day fund, or an extra instrument in case his broke before a gig. What was 20 percent of that? A string? Hmmmm. Zek might change the price if that was the case.
The joke hit and the pair of them had the same reaction. How many times had he failed out of high school? How many classes? Just to enroll in more after he graduated, if he graduated. It was a promise to his mother after all so he had to keep it. He just never said when he’d do it. Last thing he’d want is more schooling.
”Off brand mes!” they didn’t look exactly like the danger room Carricks but he was pretty sure they’d be more willing to do what was commanded or requested. The other Carrick’s were far too realistic these were... perfect.
”oooooooo look at these beautiful guys!” he jumped up from where he was sitting and started touching the other hims. Poking at the wings and then then simple faces. ”Still good looking! Even if ya didn’t capture all me best qualities.” he looked back to Zek, ”How long do they last?”
Howdy... Carrick mulled over the words for a moment then decided not to say anything about it or the man’s southern drawl. He was trying to stay out of jail. He didn’t do cages. Not anymore. ”So I get to shoot you and we’ll call it square?” Carrick asked his tail flicking behind him as he lowered his glasses and stared at the guy before pushing them back up. He wouldn’t get hit again by the dart. Probably because it be a new dart but still it wasn't going to be an easy shot again.
”Understood about half of that,” he said honestly scratching the back of his head stifling a yawn. ”Whiskey, and music I can do fer sure.” he nodded his head tempted to belt out a song from last night or create a new one on the spot about early training sessions. Or late ones... What time was it? He was tempted to take off his glasses then added, ”and I sleep till noon. No worry bout a hangover.” he said offering his instructor a thumbs up.
It was nowhere near noon now. Maybe he was hungover. Another yawn and Carrick followed the man with a little pep in his step after hearing him repeat Carrick’s self given title so much so he even mouthed the words and went off in his own little world for a moment. Could he pull off a suit? His wings and tails shifted and moved in protest and he focused back to the other agent.
”I.. Don't do paperwork?” he asked not sure, no one gave him the specifics on what he was supposed to do other than ‘don’t maul people’ so far Carrick had been doing great at that task... if anyone asked. Because there were no reports of the rescue of his girlfriend.
”Dunno, figured I’d be getting me piece.” he said holding up a hand and pretending it was a gun as they walked down the halls. Carrick ducked low and followed after the man who he still didn’t know. ”Ya know me name? What do I call the guy that shot me?” he asked studying the walk of the man and trying to imitate it. How else was he supposed to learn how to be an agent?
”Oh, the good stuff then!” Carrick said pushing his sunglasses up to the man who shot him a while back. None of the forms forgot that face even if only one actually met him. ”Ah fer **** sakes. You?” he asked looking back to the agent who was already getting in the vehicle to drive away.
”l was gonna say he could host the training he hasn’t shot me yet.” eyeing the man through tinted sunglasses looking him up and down. He wasn’t much bigger than the shifter but he recalled what his beast form thought of him and smirked. ‘Flight!’
”Hell? Nah, what do you know about being an Irish musician on St. Patty's day?” if it wasn’t for him using his last guitar as a weapon it would have still had some vomit in it. Americans...
”He said five. Only a little late.” Carrick said standing up straight, ”Oh, Special Agent Carrick reporting fer duty!” there was a minute where he debated to salute the man but then decided not to. He was trying to stay out of jail, even with a hangover this couldn’t be that bad.
Very much like how the Princess would take command of a non-combative situation so to did Carrick as in he wasn’t wait to hear anyone argue. His body was naked on the street and it was cold. He needed to remedy that if they were going to get a cab anywhere. Gross, enclosed tiny vehicles. The shifter tried to ignore his situationally crippling claustrophobia. Ames needed him more now and he wasn’t going to be happy if anywhere on that beautiful head of his got frostbite.
The pub door kicked open and Carrick stormed up to the bar where the owner was eyeing him. “Thought I kicked you out with yer boyfriend?” the owner said calmly still cleaning a mug the way someone who was stalling for time nearing the end of his shift.
”Ya did. I’m back here because you also sent his brother out there shortly after us. Now if you don’t want me... I mean Carrick to come back here and preform ever again I suggest you offer up some clothing.” he was assertive, it was a command. “Wha? Who are you?” Carrick held up a hand to stop him.
”More important to him than you need to know. Now, he’s willing to play Patty’s day if you give him some clothes.” it was a transaction, one that the owner didn’t question. Little did he know that Carrick was already booked elsewhere. He’d figure something out.
A few more words were exchanged and he only managed to walk out with two aprons from the kitchen. It was less than ideal but now Carrick had an easy out. One he could spin so the reason he was in that situation was because of the owner.
Carrick managed to arrive at the last bit having only been gone for a short moment. The shifter took a breath, trying to calm himself.”Why would I want that? Look at the size of her feet? I couldn’t fit in them normally.” he said strutting over pointing to his now manicured toes before walking over to his body inhabited by his girlfriend.
”Much rather gaze at her beauty than be her.” trying to distract her he added, ”No offense though, I don’t typically feel like a princess.”
Opening up the apron he offered to place it over his head, ”It’ll keep ya decent fer the cab ride. Might also keep ya warm.” offering the second one Carrick looked back to Rhia, ”Yer coming with us, can patch up...” he gestured to his face then pointed to her, ”Whatever Tom did to ya. Maybe ya can swap us back after? Don’t think she can handle me body.” he said before chuckling at the implications.
His hearing came back again this time in full as he tried to slow his breathing, he needed to be quite. Hide, ‘flight!’ Carrick ignored the voice again looking to his wing that looked a little too beat up to make it far. Another tree nearby caught his attention but he decided to stay in place for a moment longer. Feeling he couldn’t make another sound. Even if he could stick the landing. It’s cause the branch to shake and bring attention to it.
Which... didn’t seem to matter... again. The giant with the gun was below him, tell him to give him his phone. Because of a picture. Well, now it just told Carrick what he had on the guy. Clearly someone who didn’t want to be seen. Which Carrick had seen him several times over today which told him something else. Even if he gave the man his phone the odds of him getting out of this situation was pretty low. Which was a shame, how would his fans take it? His girlfriend? Or Zek? Poor guy would be lost without the shifter.
The man’s voice was loud and commanding. Something that immediately told Carrick not to do what he said,”You didn’t even tell me once! Ya just started shooting at me!” Carrick called back trying his best to put the tree between him and the gunman. ”Ya catch more bees with honey!” he said about to reach into his pocket then stopped. ”Wait... those seem like they are very contradictory commands!” he debated texting for help without looking at the screen. He spent hours learning how to in class, on the rare occasions he went.
”Hold on?!?... am I supposed to be holding me breath?” Carrick asked looking at his wing. It was still painful but it was a bit easier to move than it was seconds ago. Adrenaline? Or time? Should he shift?
Now cat like slits looked down to the gunman from the tree a low rumble vibrating from his chest. Carrick was backed into a corner, none of his forms liked that. ‘Fight?’ that seemed dumb. ”I just got this one!” it didn’t seem like he had many options.
”Pretty sure yer just gonna shoot me anyways. Me being a mutant and all, and well... you hating us.” Carrick was nervous. He talked more than he should when he was nervous.
The ringing in his ears died down finally as bronzed wings snapped up and down carrying the Irishman to the trees, one last look was all he took before disappearing into the foliage and it was a good thing he did. There was a little reflection back where the car and man were something... wasn’t right.
Carrick slowed a little more turning his wings slightly when he heard it, ‘Boom!’ something clipped his wing. Flapping his wing once was enough to let him know something was wrong. It hurt but he’d heal. He was still pretty sure he was immortal. That being said, that didn’t mean he wanted to test it out... that would be crazy.
The roar of a lion echoed out from Carrick’s mouth as he howled in pain, all over a picture! This guy was a nut job. Gliding into the trees he landed on a branch, and hopped to the next one. ‘Flight’ ”I know!” he shouted back as every fiber of his begin was telling him to move and get out of there. Looking to the nearest tree Carrick hopped to the next branch and then the next one. Ignoring the angry squirrels.
‘Flight!!!’ he was still in shock from the shot hitting his wing. It was painful but he’d live. Not the first time he been shot at either. ‘Flight!!!!!’ ”Shut up! I know!” he said again this time softer as he tried to find a spot where he could access the damage. Carrick had time. Wasn’t like he was fighting that big foot who vanished into the woods. That was a fight he didn’t want.
”****ing kidding me with that?” Carrick shouted out loud trying to be louder than the ringing that was happening. It was great having enhanced hearing. Especially when someone wanted to show off their car. Their overly loud car. ”****ing grounders.” he added along with a string of curses as he closed the distance to the trees.
There was a muffled shout and Carrick turned his head around still flying towards the trees. The guy was back again and was shouting something... worked every time! No one like their photo being taken.
It didn’t matter though, Carrick wasn’t stopping. Why would he? He couldn’t hear anything other than the ringing in his ears. First his shoes, then no big foot, then his ears. ”**** today.”
